Of course Matt was being a d-bag just so the guy would piss off. Never, not even on his most desperate level would he think of touching that shit, seeing how much heroin f*cked up some of his classmates in Dresden, and how his mom got so strung out on the shit, she wound up blowing her head off Kurt Cobain style. So naturally, when the guy tried to mention he knew a place to score some, Matt refused in typical fashion, "Yeah, might look like a junkie, but I don't shoot up, man. Plus what the f*ck am I giving you?" Really what would you give some creepy f*ck on the streets who kept harassing you, besides......yeah not going there. Finally, Matt had enough, "Look pops, I'll make a deal with you," and a rather risky move he was pulling. Soon, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and flipped out his switchblade, igniting it instantly in flames. "If you don't get the f*ck outta my way, I'll fry your f*cking insides till they pop!"